The lion at Gun Hill
The Lion at Gun Hill
From the Congo in Africa,
mantles and gateways,
man symbolizes his image
envious of his strength and his pose,
as they intimidate his roars,
my idol the Lion at Gun Hill
Under a very heavy solemn sense of responsibilities
he stood facing the north of the island
he wasn't just a statue, but an figurine
of the greatest lion ever lived.
I took some step and lay on his chest
he might be a statue,
nevertheless he understood,
and he knew me best,
be strong he roar!
You have been hurting for so long
the man need and love you too,
step back and let him hold you ,
but, for how long,
it was the trust, that over shadow me,
a fragile, jilted heart,
want to keep up apart,
an the lion roared
Oh! blow the trumpets,
he sense my pain,
he sense my fear,
on that wonderful summer day,
my feeling were entwined,
that was in two thousand and nine.
when I met a dearest friend of mine.
Norman.F and the lion on gun hill.